The red flame along this path
Burns continually elsewhere.
The song we sing ebbs and flows
Around this path.
The appeal of this garden of pleasure
Explodes stirings in the body
forever overflowing past
hot barefeet.
* Ranga ie! Yo Ranga to the bluer sky
Ranga yaa! Du Ranga the route unfolds
Ranga ie! Kuu Ranga sieze tomorrow
Ranga yaa! the wind of the island of sleep
The everlasting dream of
A distant maiden's spirit
Roams strong ,spining like
A feather.
Seeking this garden of pleasure
Now body language
tightly grasps the little perspiration from returned tears
Of this place, forever
* Repeat
Ranga ie! Yo Ranga punishes the eyes
Ranga yaa! Du Ranga clears the hearing
Ranga ie! Kuu Ranga for the welfare of tomorrow
Ranga yaa the wind on this island of sleep.